[Open letter to Rosecrance Addiction Rehabilitation Center in Rockford, Illinois]
Honestly, I don't give a f** about Rosecrance
Or my addictive thinking or the goddamn eagles wing.
I hate this motherf**ing place. If I wanted to stay sober
I would have done it by now, I've done it before, more than once.
The times I did start smoking again weren't even a relapse because
I WANTED to smoke it. I never had any intentions of quitting fully,
And I never will. Everyone here can eat a fat dick because honestly,
I don't give a f** about them I will never see any of these people
After I leave here. The only people I give a f** about are Mike, Chris, Elias, Shane,
Quinnten, Graham, Chase, and Lil' Chase.
Jimmy what up? CJ what up? Robert what up? Sam what up? How's ya baby mama?
If theres any others I forgot, forgive me. You know who you are.
Shout out to my homies in the Cardinals wing.
Ravens and Titans, what up? Angels and Cherubs, what up? Ho.
I don't need help with quitting marijuana because
I'm not some p**y-a**-b**h that can't handle his problems
When his problems are something as juvenile as quitting smoking weed.
Sincerely Yours,
f** Ya'll
P.S. Eat a fat dick.
Also free motherf**ing Billy.